Today is Holy Thursday, the first day of the Easter Triduum. St. Barnabas has some really nice services lined up, and I try to get to many of them since they're so nicely done. Tonight's Mass was long - 90 minutes, at least, but each of our priests were there, as were our two deacons, and several altar servers; there was the traditional pedilavium (the washing of the feet); and apparently this morning over at St. Agnes Cathedral was the blessing and distribution of all the holy oils (of catechumens, of the sick, and of confirmation ) needed for the upcoming year. After Mass we wended out way down to the Holy Family Chapel for Exposition of the Blessed Sacrament (Night Vespers was something I was going to go to tonight - I like going - but I also know I'll be going to so many Masses and religious functions this weekend).
For some reason, tonight during Mass I just got really emotional - I'm not sure I can remember being so happy and sad at the same time. I felt lonely, and wished I could share church with. It would be easy, in a sense, to just give up my religion because I don't really have anyone else to share it with, nor does it get taken seriously by most people I know, but I don't think that's quite the answer either. I felt the urge to make an appointment with one of the priests to try to determine how I can really get involved even more than I am (with my weird schedule).